สยบรักพยศร้าย NC 25+ ซีรีส์ Strong Heart 3

Lindsey Morgan was the prettiest girl at Riverside University and my sister's best friend.

With her slim figure, perfect curves, and a face that could stop traffic, she had stolen my heart the moment I first saw her.

But for some reason, she'd always been cold towards me, and eventually, my feelings faded.

I never expected to pick her up during one of my courier runs.

Looking at the elegantly dressed woman in revealing clothes before me, I felt dazed.

After several years, Lindsey was still stunning, but...

I stared at her in the backseat, lost in thought. Was she really my "delivery" today?

"Drive. What are you staring at?" Lindsey frowned, her voice ice-cold.

That snapped me back to reality.

I looked away and started the car.

Though I appeared calm on the surface, my mind was in turmoil.

I'd started this courier business three months ago.

Instead of packages, I delivered beautiful women - or maybe they were packages, in a way. Living, breathing, beautiful packages.

I'd take them to predetermined locations. What they did there or who they met wasn't my business.

I just dropped them off and picked them up later.

Each trip earned me a thousand dollars.

I'd always known what these women were doing, but the money was easy, so I pretended not to know.

But I never imagined I'd be delivering Lindsey, the campus beauty I'd had a crush on years ago.

She didn't recognize me, which left me feeling both relieved and disappointed.

Clearly, I'd never meant anything to her.

I dropped her off at the Milda Hotel, watching her sway inside. I sat in my car, my expression kept changing.

I lit a cigarette and chain-smoked.

Lindsey was beautiful, a university beauty queen. How had she ended up doing this?

I couldn't understand it.

The thought of her in that hotel room, beneath some stranger - tall or short, fat or thin - made my stomach turn.

An hour later, she emerged from the hotel.

She walked awkwardly, clearly in pain.

Once in the car, she collapsed across the back seat.

She sniffed and snapped, "Who said you could smoke in the car?!"

My eyes flickered. After a moment, I said quietly, "Sorry, I'll air it out."

I opened the windows and turned on the ventilation.

Lindsey snorted but fell silent, rubbing her backside painfully.

My eyes flashed.

She was hurt there? What had happened upstairs?

I let out a soft breath, warning myself.

Troy Johnson, whatever she does is none of your business!

I drove back, but halfway through, Lindsey called from the back, "Go to River View Apartments."

I paused, then nodded, turning toward River View. My sister lived there - Lindsey must be going to see her.

"Hey, Brenda, you won't believe the pervert I met today!

"Yeah! He couldn't perform himself but loved using toys.

"And get this - he was obsessed with the back door. Isn't that twisted?

"Oh, he asked if I had any friends who'd join us. Want to try?

"Don't worry, he's a weirdo but pays well. Otherwise, I would've walked out.

"So, are you free soon? I already set up Friday night at Milda Hotel."

"Room 502, just come straight there."

SCREECH!

The moment I heard Lindsey's words, my face went pale and I slammed on the brakes.

"Ouch! What kind of driving is that?! I should report you to your boss!"

Lindsey's head hit the backrest hard, and she let out a sharp cry.

I turned around to face her. "What did you just say?"

"I said you're a terrible driver! I'm reporting you!" Lindsey rubbed her forehead, yelling angrily.

"Who were you just talking about meeting that man with?" I asked darkly, my eyes full of disbelief.

The 'Brenda' she mentioned was my sister!

Was my sister doing the same thing as Lindsey?

No! Impossible! My sister would never do something like that!

My mind refused to believe it, but I'd heard Lindsey's words clearly.

Lindsey froze, then sneered, "None of your business! Haven't you heard of threesomes? You're just a driver - focus on driving and mind your own business!

"I don't know what Mr. Larson was thinking when he hired you. Don't you know the rules?"

Lindsey looked at me with pure contempt.

I glared at her fiercely.

Her expression gradually changed, and she spoke with less confidence, "What... what are you going to do? Mr. Larson won't let you get away with this."

I took a deep breath, turned around, and restarted the car.

Lindsey's words reminded me that my boss, William Larson, was ruthless. Once, a driver who'd gotten handsy with one of the girls disappeared the next day.

Some said William had buried him, others said he'd been chopped up and fed to dogs, or thrown in the ocean for fish.

Whatever happened, it hadn't ended well.

Though I desperately wanted to know if my sister was really involved in this business like Lindsey, I knew I had to control myself.

After dropping Lindsey at River View, watching her enter my sister's building, I felt my heart sink to the bottom.

Could my sister really be...